The morning after I uncovered my husband’s affair, I packed every suit, watch, and pair of shoes he owned into 2 suitcases and wheeled them into his office during the Monday staff meeting. “You wanted him? Take him,” I told his young intern. The room fell silent… until she pressed a thick envelope into my hands and said, “He never told you who’s really been paying for all of this.”

“I’m freezing the accounts,” Adrian threatened, his hands shaking violently as he opened his corporate banking application. “I’m locking you out of everything, Sarah. You’re going to be destitute by noon.”

He tapped the screen.

The facial recognition scanned his face. The app loaded.

Instead of showing his massive, multi-million-dollar balances, the screen flashed a harsh, glaring, blood-red warning banner.

ACCESS DENIED. ACCOUNT FROZEN PENDING FEDERAL AUDIT.

Adrian stopped breathing. He stared at the screen, tapping it furiously, his thumb jabbing the glass. “No. No, no, no, this is a glitch. This is a bank error.”

“It’s not a glitch, Adrian,” I whispered, stepping closer to him.

Tessa, who had been cowering behind her desk, suddenly realized the apocalyptic gravity of the situation. The multi-millionaire, untouchable CEO she thought she had successfully manipulated into leaving his wife was currently standing in front of her unemployed, stripped of his power, and functionally bankrupt.